Lyrics:
boots were make for stomping while by beats were made for bumping
Ain't no fronting, always into something, no miss you can't tell me nothing
My mind is
boots were make for stomping while by beats were made for bumping
Ain't no fronting, always into something, no miss you can't tell me nothing
My mind is
keep my family by my side
I sleep with one eye open
Pray you'll stay right by me and my (love!)
I'm for real when I say I got an army
Stand down if
spot 'cause we both got hot?
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be
no better gift than the gift of life
So, can you handle it?
I don't know myself
I don't know myself no more
But that changed her perspective
and ham
I'm a son of the King, been purchased by the lamb
And this verse finna stick, I don't need no PAM
I had to come hard like I ain't even rap before
I
but you origami under pressure
Ain't your friendship nothing more than fucking under cover
With no rubber
She told you we friends but I'm the one who
the tasteless boast every time they made it
Well I ain't made shit spits I don't taste shit
So say this no Craig let me say this
Fuck all you hypes from
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
your depression
I hate to be mean, and I’m sorry if I offend
You or anyone you know
That’s just how David raps
Just to get on the map
One day, no more
lay ahead of me
They say do you dance I got bands like a mogul
I don't got no friends just a lamb and my vocals
Yeah I'm on that state Digital shout out
love you, Deborah
I don't even gotta say your full name, you are a goddess
Nicole Pastine (and of course the homie Xavier)
Rapping is my passion, I
back when I used to smoke, I would steal the shit out of your cigarettes
I love you, I'm sorry about that
But, you remember, always you would let me
place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess
resentment I hold on to
Not once you called to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm coming to see you
And gee, who better
don’t tattletale, want the truth, time will tell
How you more like Michael Blackson, but I’m more like Dave Chapelle
You get strung along, but I’m more
thought I would get this much money, I had money now I'm getting more money. Stop getting soo many chains. You don't need that many chains - you only need
of a man?/
(I’m just saying)
Syqnys
So you don’t girls that’s alright you’re gay
But you don’t like men, alright ok
So you join the priesthood kinda hide away
go
Don't go) stay (Stay forever, Don't go)
Stay (Don't go, Baby, I'm sorry)
('Cause I need you, baby, uh, in my life)
Stay (No, no)
Stay right here
it more than once
Like the pain don't stop, we been through it more than once
'Fore the streets could tell you, you already knew it from the jump
Yeah, I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalogue is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin', you get hit,
Remember when I asked you out you said no
But deep down you always kinda wanted more
I didn't want ya' told you I moved on
Shut the fuck up (Shut
while my engineer mix the volume (Vocals)
You best step out my way for I break you don't make me move you
No i ain't gone shoot you just punish and abuse
head)
My dog Chico, he chase paper like it's Craig
(It's Craig) no, you can't smoke with me
I'm smokin' this to the head (To the head)
Give him two shots
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